in poetry

Until I Remember

Until I remember,
I will walk as a guest in this place.
Until I breathe that stillness into my heart.
Until I sing with the morning chorus,
And know of what it speaks.
Until the soles of my feet fall soft and slow,
Soft and slow, soft and slow.
Until the sounds I make do not stir those above me.
Until I see as the wild eyes of this oak see.
Until I surrender and let the vines creep in.
Until the forest breathes easy in my presence,
I will forever be a guest here,
Seeking a home.